other terms. When I had made my position clear, Bleason turned to me with her habitual air of furtiveness dropping from her like a cloak and said simply.
"You have asked me a question. Instead of replying, I am going to ask you another. I have been in your employ for nearly five years. Have you ever had reason to mistrust me before, or think me capable of such a thing as this you practically accuse me of?"
Somehow, I acquitted her in my heart, though proof of her innocence I never had. It was not long afterwards that our "paths separated never to cross again." Possibly it was due to my suspicion.
I saw her once after her sudden departure. We were on the same car coming up Spadina. She sat in unmoved silence, neither avoiding nor evading me. She simply looked through me as if I wasn't there. It was admirably done, a clever bit of acting. We got off at Bloor and stood side by side. She was going West, I East. But there was no slightest gleam of recognition and I couldn't but reflect what a fine stage artist had been lost to the world in Bleason.
We are at present in Mrs. 'Enery Hed-
